I knew my soul was too soft
But I always gravitated to what could destroy me
Call it self destruction or call it rebellion
But a part of me still hoped I could find love here
Only to once again be faced with the haunting realization that I was still alone
Even in your arms
You liked the wild
My tameness grew boring to you
Youre desire to be free-to be man
Left you wild and alone
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Author:
haydenraquel (
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- Category: Love
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Comments2
'Tameness' does not have to be boring, au contraire, it can be a perfect balance to a 'wild' spirit. If he left, his loss!
Love can be found in many forms and I am sure that one day true love will be with you.
Andy
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